Xaviera Evans faintly heard the conversation between the two men and breathed a sigh of relief. They did not come down, so she could hide a bit longer. Yet she was well aware that with the rain growing heavier and her injuries, she would be either drowned or frozen to death if she didn't move out.
The rain soaked through her clothes, clinging tightly to her body, and the icy surroundings were a stark and chilling contrast, filling her with despair.
She struggled to stand, following the water flow, seeking a safe corner to climb up. Yet every time she raised her arm, the wound on her back throbbed painfully, causing her to verge on fainting.
As the water's current become increasingly rapid, she did her best to move towards higher ground. Trembling, she took out her mobile phone from her bag. The screen was shattered, but it was still usable. She wiped the rain off her face and dialed Caleb Mamet's number.
